Clearly.
That is all.
Thank you, and good night.
Except I really do need help, so don't leave yet.
I have taken to doing something in the past two weeks that I have not done in ten years. More than ten years. Maybe decades.
I am wearing a fleece jacket.
There, in the picture, is my leafy green fleece jacket that I purchased recently.
I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it.
Ten years of East Coast dwelling made me Mrs. FashionablePants. Now I work in a yarn studio and wear stained clothing and Crocs all day long. Might as well add a fleece jacket, I told myself. Press order, I told myself.
Should I even be listening to myself?
Today, I am wearing -- and I swear I am not making this up -- pink velour pants held up with a safety pin because they are too big. (Please do not ask me why I own pink velour pants. I do not know the answer.) My husband's socks. Grey Crocs. A stained navy blue T-shirt -- three sizes too big -- and a fleece jacket. Now I look like Mrs. HomelessPants.
Only foolishness would send you into battle with the yarn and the dye in your good clothes. But the fleece jacket? Even when Yarnista-ing on the Right Coast, I wore my chocolate brown wool coat to and from the studio. Never fleece. I had standards.
Now the cold has won. Fine, it's 45 degrees outside, it's raining, I work at a dirty job, and I can throw my fleece jacket in the wash.
And I now realize that my family is woefully lacking in the mitten department. I would like to make my family a family of mittens before the snow flies. What kind of Yarnista, no, what kind of MOTHER, lets her family go mittenless in the vast Arctic Wilderness of Northern Minnesota? How can we build our igloos and travel by dogsled without mittens?
So in an effort to help my family retain their limbs this winter, what are your favorite mitten patterns?
P.S. Please don't hate me because I'm wearing fleece. I'm still the same person on the inside!
Mostly.
Unless the fleece has done something to my brain. In which case, send help.
